Now that Mia is only level 13, a single night should allow the projection of the mystical beast to help her level up.
Hale decided to head back for some rest, leaving Charles alone with Mia. He wanted to find a quiet spot to train her properly.
After some effort, they found a suitable location, but Mia stood still, her sharp eyes fixed on Charles.
It was as if she were asking, "Where's my drink? Where's my drink?"
Charles sighed, feeling somewhat helpless. She really is a little drunkard!
There was nothing for it; he had to rush to the academy's convenience store before it closed to buy her a small bottle of fruit wine.
As soon as he opened it, Charles eagerly took a sip.
"Take it easy! No one's competing with you. This is the first time I've seen a mystical beast that loves to drink," he said, both amused and exasperated.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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